This is a rant in story form. Bear with me.
After a bad day at school (I may fail Health and I completely forgot about today's History test), I went into my room to feed my two guinea pigs. Red, the pig who never lets me touch him, was laying by his food bowl asleep. I reached in and petted his back. Turns out Red wasn't sleeping, but had died while I was at school. My mom was nice and got his body out for me, but it still sucked.
After getting Red's body and Raider (the other, living pig) out, I decided to move Raider into my rabbit's old cage since it was smaller. I got the new plastic cage into my room, no problem. The old iron cage I dropped on my big toe.
Life has pretty much stunk today.